Are you satisfied......

That's what Connor asked.

Although there seems to be a little face left on the surface, the essence has already sealed the coffin.

Dumbledore wanted to say something, but the centenarian just covered his forehead.

He felt that his energy was far less abundant than that of his youth, and now he felt an indescribable tiredness.

"Some things shouldn't be conservative, Headmaster Dumbledore."

The obviously immature voice echoed, but it was full of a kind of oldness that a child should not have.

When Dumbledore reopened his eyes, he was greeted by the red hair and face that seemed to torture him all the time.

"Actually, you are more than capable of showing your talents on a higher stage."

Power......

When certain words were put back in front of him, Dumbledore inexplicably felt a trance.

In just that moment, all sorts of visions came to his mind.

The ideals of the past, the desolation of youth, and the self-restraint of middle age.

Eventually, the memories in his mind were frozen in a few decades ago.

It was a duel between two wizards, a collision of two forces and two ideas.

"You're doing something dangerous, Connor."

When he came to his senses, Dumbledore whispered advice.

What kind of kindness from the elderly?

Advice from people who have come before?

None of that.

In Connor's eyes, Dumbledore's behavior was more of a warning - only less severe.

And this warning made him feel bad.

"So......"

Not even having the strength to smile, he couldn't help but wipe the corners of his mouth.

"I think I've done a lot of things, but what one are you talking about, headmaster?"

It seems that no one is willing to say those words completely, nor is they willing to continue to intensify and escalate certain contradictions.

The old man and the young man looked at each other like this, and an intense but silent atmosphere seemed to echo throughout the headmaster's room.

"Mr. Headmaster, I'm actually curious to know if you are being humble or proud ......."

And for the principals who remained in the school, the danger in the air was more suffocating than Fudge's presence.

Finally, Dumbledore breathed a long sigh of relief.

The deep sigh also indicates that the state of the needle to the wheat has been completely broken.

"Cornelius will bring someone over tomorrow, if you want to get to know him in advance, just prepare for it."

"yes, I see."

Hearing the 'eviction order' hidden in the old headmaster's words, Connor just got up slowly.

He didn't go to the elevator with the secret door, he didn't go to the door, he just walked to the window.

Gently stroking the silver-white kitten on his shoulder, he jumped straight down.

Suddenly, two eagles appeared in the sky of Hogwarts.

One silver, one black.

"Ancient Magic......"

Looking at the animal posture that was gradually hidden by the clouds in the sky, Dumbledore only sighed.

Confident, determined and determined.

For a moment, Dumbledore didn't know how to describe his feelings.

"Dumbledore, I think you really should consider his proposal."

And when there are no outsiders, the portrait also comes with suggestions from the former principals.

At this moment, the person who spoke was the therapist: Principal Dalis Devonte.

"If you are willing to come forward, a lot of trouble can be saved gradually."

"But there will be more troubles."

Albus Dumbledore.

After spending his absurd youthful years, he dedicated almost all of the rest of his remaining time to the school.

First as a teacher, then as a principal.

This powerful wizard has never left this place.

He has always had leisure time to talk with these former professors and presidents, and because of this, they know each other well.

"Teaching is the only thing I want to do, and it's the only thing I can do...... Ladies and gentlemen. ”

Looking at his seniors sincerely, Dumbledore whispered.

"I'm in a position where I can already shine at the limit, like a fire...... Only in the fireplace can you keep the heat from burning the whole house. ”

"But for me, it's better to be comfortable with a fire......"

At that moment, a voice that didn't seem to fit in very well sounded sounded.

But before he could continue to speak, someone stopped him:

"Phineas!"

"Don't, don't!"

Seeing that the fellow principals around him were about to do something to himself again, Principal Black hurriedly shook his head.

"If you don't say it, can't I say it?"

The headmasters had their own business to deal with, and by the time Phineas had been taught a lesson for his lack of concealment, Dumbledore had taken his eyes off the portraits.

"Is it ...... burned down by a fire?"

Perhaps for a portrait whose personality is not independent and whose thinking is limited, this statement is simply a pure unintentional mistake.

And with Phineas's temperament, his ability to say these words was obviously inextricably linked to what happened to Sirius.

But whatever the cause, Dumbledore's supposed calm mind did have other thoughts in mind.

His gaze unconsciously turned into the distance.

Of course, even with the wizard's eyes, there is only a limit to what he can see, nothing more than a part of the Forbidden Forest.

Further away is clearly not visible.

But he knew what was in that direction—it was a tower, one the height of a Hogwarts tower...... Or a taller tower.

And there was a man in the tower.

Seriously, all this time has passed, but Dumbledore's impression of him is still stuck in decades ago, in the time when they were at loggerheads.

Could it be that I really did something wrong in the first place?

A thought flashed through his mind, but a look of helplessness quickly appeared on Dumbledore's old countenance.

"No ......"

Not really.

Even now, he could have said so.

Perhaps he has made many wrong choices in his life, and because of his immature actions, he has also brewed a lot of bad consequences.

It's just that only he didn't do anything wrong.

"You're too aggressive."

So to put it another way, what would have been the situation if he hadn't been so radical at the time?

What kind of choices will you make?

He used to have no way to give an answer, but now it's the same.

Perhaps, the only thing that can be done is to wait and see what happens.

And compared to those lofty things, there are still some things that he needs to take care of at the moment.

"There's so much to do."

Dumbledore tore a piece of paper from his desk, and Dumbledore stroked it.

Soon, a string of text appeared on it.

"Fawkes, bring this letter to Kingsley, and ask him to look after some Siris...... If necessary, a part of the truth can be told to him. ”